Redhawk Caldera have you tried flushing the cache?

Outside of resting and his time spent with Towhee, Nightjar had been on the move almost from the moment he was welcomed back to the Caldera. His time in the wilds had unlocked a variety of new skills he never would have employed had he remained at home. Nightjar had always been a little dim-witted as a child and more concerned with fighting and patrolling, but no one could knock his instincts, and his latent intelligence revealed itself in an ability to memorize paths and create elaborate mental maps.

So from the moment he arrived home, he had been following game trails, pacing the perimeter of the rendezvous site, tracing the borders, and familiarizing himself with every inch of Redhawk territory. He already knew it from growing up in it, of course, but he paid special attention on these home bound excursions. He noted areas of heavy traffic and areas where prey droppings were more abundant. He noted the location of the caches, the location of all waterways, and their nearness to any given den. Within a few days, Nightjar could give directions to almost anywhere in the packland.

He was following a well-used game trail, heavily tamped by pack wolf paws, when he stumbled on Phox unearthing a cache. Tail waving jovially, the Redhawk padded toward his eager younger brother and sought to nip playfully at his rump while he wasn't looking.